Caf. For ever, and for ever, farewel, Brutus!
If we do meet again, we'll fmile indeed;
If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made.

Bru. Why then, lead on. O, that a man might know The end of this day's business ere it come! But it fufficeth, that the day will end;

And then the end is known. Come, ho, away.

Alarm. Enter Brutus and Meffala.

[Exeunt.

Bru. Ride, ride, Meffala; ride, and give thefe bills Unto the legions, on the other fide.

[Loud alarm.

Let them fet on at once; for I perceive
But cold demeanor in Octavius' wing;
And fudden Push gives them the overthrow.
Ride, ride, Meffala; let them all come down.

Alarm. Enter Caffius and Titinius.

Caf. O look, Titinius, look, the villains fly!
Myself have to mine own turn'd enemy;
This enfign here of mine was turning back,
I flew the coward, and did take it from him.
Tit. O Caffius, Brutus gave the word too early;
Who, having fome advantage on Octavius,
Took it too eagerly; his foldiers fell to spoil,
Whilft we by Antony were all inclos'd.

Enter Pindarus.

Pin. Fly further off, my Lord, fly further of; Mark Antony is in your Tents, my Lord;

Fly therefore, noble Caffius, fly far off.

[Exe.

Caf. This hill is far enough. Look, look, Titinius, Are those my Tents, where I perceive the fire?

Tit. They are, my Lord.

Caf. Titinius, if thou lov'ft me,

Mount thou my horse, and hide thy fpurs in him,
"Till he have brought thee up to yonder troops,
And here again; that I may rest assur'd,
Whether yond troops are friend or enemy.
Tit. I will be here again, ev'n with a thought.

D 2

Caf. Go, Pindarus, get higher on that hill,
My fight was ever thick; regard Titinius,
And tell me what thou not'ft about the field.
This day I breathed firft; time is come round;
And, where I did begin, there fhall I end;
My life is run its compafs. Now, what news?
Pind. above. Oh, my Lord!

Caf. What news?

Pind. Titinius is enclofed round about

With horsemen, that make to him on the fpur;
Yet he fpurs on. Now they are almoft on him;
Titinius now fome 'light-oh, he 'lights too--
He's ta'en and hark, they fhout for joy.

Caf. Come down, behold no more;
Oh, coward that I am, to live fo long,
To fee my best friend ta'en before my face!
Enter Pindarus.

Come hither, firrah;

In Parthia did I take thee prisoner;

And then I fwore thee, faving of thy life,

That whatfoever I did bid thee do,

[Shout.

Thou shouldft attempt it. Come, now keep thine oath,
Now be a freeman; and, with this good fword,
That ran through Cafar's bowels, fearch this bofom.
Stand not to anfwer; here, take thou the hilt;
And when my face is cover'd, as 'tis now,

Guide thou the fword- Cafar, thou art reveng'd,
Ev'n with the fword that kill'd thee.

[Kills himself. Pind. So, I am free; yet would not so have been, Durft I have done my Will. Oh, Caffius! Far from this country Pindarus fhall run, Where never Roman fhall take note of him.

Enter Titinius, and Meffala.

Mef. It is but change, Titinius; for Octavius Is overthrown by noble Brutus' power,

As Caffius' legions are by Antony.

Tit. These tidings will well comfort Caffius.
Mef. Where did you leave him ?

[Exit.

Tit. All difconfolate,

With Pindarus his bondman, on this hill.

Mes. Is not that he, that lies upon the ground?
Tit. He lies not like the living. Oh my heart!
Mef. Is not that he?

Tit. No, this was he, Meffala;

But Caffius is no more! Oh, fetting Sun!
As in thy red rays thou doft fink to night,
So in his red blood Caffius' day is fet;
The Sun of Rome is fet! our day is gone;
Clouds, dews, and dangers come; our deeds are done;
Miftruft of my fuccefs hath done this deed.

Mef. Miftruft of good fuccefs hath done this deed.
Oh hateful Error, Melancholy's child!

Why dost thou fhew to the apt thoughts of men
The things that are not? Error, foon conceiv'd,
Thou never com'ft unto a happy birth,

But kill'ft the mother that engender'd thee.

Tit. What, Pindarus? where art thou, Pindarus?
Mef. Seek him, Titinius; whilft I go to meet

The noble Brutus, thrufting this report

Into his ears; I may fay, thrusting it;
For piercing steel, and darts invenomed,
Shall be as welcome to the ears of Brutus,
As tydings of this fight.

Tit. Hie, you Mejala,

And I will feek for Pindarus the while.
Why didst thou fend me forth, brave Caffius?
Did I not meet thy friends, and did not they
Put on my brows this wreath of victory,

[Exit Mef.

And bid me give it thee? didft thou not hear their

fhouts ?

Alas, thou haft mifconftru'd ev'ry thing.

But hold thee, take this garland on thy brow.
Thy Brutus bid me give it thee; and I

Will do his bidding. Brutus, come apace;
And fee how I regarded Caius Caffius.

By your leave, Gods-This is a Roman's part.

[Stabs himself. [Dies.

Come, Caffius' fword, and find Titinius' heart.

Alarm. Enter Brutus, Meffala, young Cato, Strato,
Volumnius, and Lucilius.

Bru. Where, where, Meffala, doth his body lie?
Mef. Lo, yonder, and Titinius mourning it.
Bru. Titinius face is upward.

Cato. He is flain.

Bru. Oh Julius Caefar, thou art mighty yet! Thy Spirit walks abroad, and turns our fwords? In our own proper entrails.

Cato. Brave Titinius!

[Low alarms.

Look, if he have not crown'd dead Gaffius !--
Bru Are yet two Romans living, fuch as these?
Thou laft of all the Romans! fare thee well;
It is impoffible, that ever Rome

Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more tears
To this dead man, than you fhall fee me pay.

I thall find time, Caffius, I fhall find time--
Come, therefore, (18) and to Thaffos fend his body:
His funeral fhall not be in our Camp,

Left it discomfort us. Lucilius, come;

And come, young Cato; let us to the field.
Labeo, and Flavius, fet our battles on.

"Tis three o'clock; and, Romans, yet ere night

We fhall try fortune in a fecond fight.

[Exeunt.

Alarm. Enter Bratus, Mellala, Cato, Lucilius, and

Flavius.

Bru. Yet, Countrymen, oh yet, hold up your heads. Cato. What baftard doth not? who will go with me?

(18) and to Tharfus fend his body,] Thus all the Editions hitherto, very ignorantly. But the whole Tenor of Hiftory warrants us to write, as I have reftor'd the Text, Thafos.. Tharfos was a Town of Cilicia, in Afia Minor: and is it probable, Brutus could think of fending Caffius's Body thither out of Thrace, where they were now incamp'd? Thaffos, on the contrary, was a little Ifle lying clofe upon Thrace, and at but a fmall Distance from Philippi, to which the body might very commodiously be transported. Vid. Plutarch, Appian, Dion Caffius, &c.

I will proclaim my name about the field.
I am the Son of Marcus Cato, ho!

A foe to tyrants, and my Country's friend.
I am the Son of Marcus Čato, ho!

Enter Soldiers and fight.

Bru. And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I; Brutus, my Country's friend; know me for Brutus. [Exit. Luc. Oh young and noble Cato, art thou down? Why, now thou dy't as bravely as Titinius; And, may'st be ho nour'd, being Cato's Son. Sold. Yield, or thou dieft.

Luc. Only I yield to die ;

There is fo much, that thou wilt kill me ftraight;
Kill Brutus, and be honour'd in his death.
Sold. We must not. A noble Prisoner!
Enter Antony.

2 Sold. Room, ho! tell Antony, Brutus is ta'en. 1 Sold. I'll tell the news, here comes the General : Brutus is ta'en, Brutus is ta'en, my Lord.

Ant. Where is he?

Luc. Safe, Antony; Brutus is fafe enough.
I dare affure thee, that no enemy

Shall ever take alive the noble Brutus :
The Gods defend him from fo great a fhame!
When you do find him or alive, or dead,
He will be found like Brutus, like himself.

Ant. This is not Brutus, friend, but, I affure you,
A prize no lefs in worth; keep this man safe,
Give him all kindness. I had rather have

Such men my friends, than enemies. Go on,
And fee if Brutus be alive or dead;

And bring us word unto Octavius' Tent,
How every thing is chanc'd.

[Exeunt.